just being alive.

The meaning of life?
It's just being alive
not chasing stars in crystal balls,
not drawing fate from shuffled decks.

No whispered truth from distant planes,
no prophecy to shape your name.
Just breath and skin and open eyes,
the quiet art of being wise.

Not wise with maps or guiding hands,
but wise enough to make no plans.
To feel the sun, to touch the rain,
to sit with joy, to sit with pain.

No need for omens, signs, or lore
the moment’s knocking at your door.
You live it not by knowing how,
but showing up, and starting now.

Go figure life.
Go take the fall.
Go walk the edge,
go climb the wall.
Go laugh, go fail, go dream, go cry
the point’s not where.
It’s that you try.